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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 31, 2016

"xxxxxx would have to have been much older than this man. xxxxxx would have surely been dead by now. No way in all of Hell that the man on the street was one in the same. In all of Hell. No way." (One in the same and one and the same are not the same...)
"... I noticed the white v-neck t-shirt I was wearing was stained with a concoction that looked to be two parts blood, one part motor oil. Who's blood? I wasn't sure..." (Who's vs whose should have been easily caught.)
"The topside of the gloves sported a patch of mirrored metal studs that shined like a fist of diamonds under the sun." (Shined and shone have very different usages.)
"The waitress sighed and smashed it [the cricket] violently against the countertop with a spoon. Yellow insect guts spurted out from beneath the utensil as its armored skin popped and split apart from the weight crushing down upon it." (This one was just hard to get through with all the inserted words, plus "utensil" sounded awkward.)
"The man with the knife clinched his jaw and punched Scarface square in the nose with his knife-packed fist." (Wait, he was holding a knife? And don't get me started on clinched vs clenched...)
"The shattered glass glitter-sparkled on the ground outside the phone booth as if the dirt was fertile with imperfect diamonds." (Glitter-sparkled? Why use 2 words that mean exactly the same thing?)
"A song played on the stereo called 'Your Funeral, My Trial' and I stared at the sky, my face basking in the pale moonlight, as the man on the radio sang about his guilt, his shame, and I looked at the moon as he sang about her, how her beauty was worthless, and I felt the same. We listened to the song on repeat until we caught up to the end of the world: the ocean, the salty sea. I hadn’t seen it in so long. So many years wasted on other things— other loves, other feelings, other beauties—but nothing compared to this, this moment here with her at the edge of the earth. Nothing ever came close."
"... I knew better than to believe in peace, but in that moment I was feeling something that felt close enough to it to call it that. The night felt electric. My feet felt rooted inside a mechanical earth. I was part of the machine, part of its strange nature, a human somehow evolving and de-evolving all at once. I felt closeness, I heard the heartbeat of god in the soil."
"You and all the lives you know exist only in my creation, this simulation within a simulation. You are the product. You are the experiment. You are the subject. Your life has already been lived, spent, and now you are forever dreaming. Day after day the dreams return. They are cyclical and automatic. Automated daydreaming. All my creation. You are a lie. Nothing is real.”